I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea.
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of… - Lucy Larcom
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of…
- Lucy Larcom
Every true friend is a glimpse of God. - Lucy Larcom
Every true friend is a glimpse of God.
Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come. - Lucy Larcom
Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come.
The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested, while we looked up in wonder … - Lucy Larcom
The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested, while we looked up in wonder …
What is the meaning of 'gossip?' Doesn't it originate with sympathy, an interest in one's neighbor, degenerating into idle curiosity and love of tatt… - Lucy Larcom
What is the meaning of 'gossip?' Doesn't it originate with sympathy, an interest in one's neighbor, degenerating into idle curiosity and love of tatt…
Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard thing… - Lucy Larcom
Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard thing…
He who plants a tree, plants a hope. - Lucy Larcom
He who plants a tree, plants a hope.
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings. - Lucy Larcom
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings.
The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character. - Lucy Larcom
The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character.
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